The Photo Hut; Monday [10/25].

[hashtag_chocobro]

Well, today was Prompto's birthday, finally, and while he was planning on doing something with the guys once he got back to Insomnia later, for now, he was at work, and that was actually just fine. He did plan to splurge on one of those cameras he'd been eying as a gift to himself, anyway, and having a nice quiet day at the Photo Hut suited him...and his annual birthday tradition.

He spent the first part of his shift doing various work-related things, checking to see if Liz had left him any note or anything about stuff to do and then just taking care of some inventory and general tidying up, but once that was finished, he went back to the counter and set on top of it a very bright take-out box from J,GoB and extracted from it this year's Sad Lonely Birthday Cupcake.

Sure, it had been quite a few years since Prompto had actually had a Sad Lonely Birthday, but...it was tradition. It was still something he liked to do for himself, especially now, thinking about how they weren't so sad and lonely anymore, and thinking about that first time he'd had a Sad Lonely Birthday cupcake here at Fandom, and how it was really, technically, his last one, the moment Vette came over and saw him there with it...

So he lit the candle, sang himself a quiet little birthday song, smiled softly to himself, and blew the candle out. Picked up a fork, and started to dig in.

Because, really, the best part of the Sad Lonely Birthday Cupcake tradition was getting to eat the actual cupcake!

Photo Hut is open!

Serenity Cove- Monday Afternoon

[mother_love]

Had Billy started accepting the fact that maybe he was going to be stuck here for longer than he wanted? Maybe. That didn't mean he wasn't going to give getting off the island one last go.

He had gotten the motor fixed up again, and it actually seemed to be cooperating for once. So, not wanting to squander what might be his one chance to get out of there, Billy had spent the morning getting everything ready to head out. And everything had gone smoothly and in the early afternoon, he was out in the cove, heading for the more open waters to begin sailing around the island.

And all was going well for the first bit, until the familiar sputtering was heard from the motor as the engine cut out and Billy found himself adrift yet again.

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!" Billy exclaimed as he stood on the deck and gazed back towards the island.


(open for anyone out and about around the beach)

The Perk- Monday Morning

[alwaysonguard]

The morning run had been nice, and it felt good to finally get back on track with the regular routine. Though, Dwight wouldn't have said no to a few more hours of sleep but beggars couldn't be choosers. After finishing up the morning run to opt for hitting the stairs rather than the beach that morning, he was ready to relax a bit before heading back to the shop to start work.

So there he was, sitting at the Perk, large hot apple cider and a pumpkin muffin. In front of him was a note pad where he was jotting down notes and sketching out some ideas for the project he and Amaya were working on.

(open post!)

The Magic Box, Monday

[existencemisspent]

The party had been a grand success! Unfortunately, as was always true after a grand party, real life came creeping back in much too fast afterwards. And now Eliot was back to working. Both retail and looking for an answer on how to get back to Fillory.

He'd been staring at a book about fairy portals for the last 20 minutes without managing to process literally anything in it.

"This is going to be like time travel, isn't it," he said to no one at all with a sigh. "It'll only really make any sense when I'm on peyote."

[open! save Eliot from the dreadful fate of research]

Trooper Station, Monday, October 25, 2021

[grenadesandohana]

Because Diego had put it out there into the universe, Steve had come home from the party on Friday night to find that Danny had coughed up hairballs into his boots and clawed up his favorite pair of board shorts.

Steve vowed to not leave him behind, which appeased Danny until he saw the cat backpack Steve was going to put him into for his morning run.

So Steve now had a wicked claw mark across the tattoo on his left bicep, a partner that was still a cat a week after his initial transformation, and a sour look on his face. "I miss Mr. Pickles," he muttered to Danny as he dumped him onto his desk chair before rounding the Troopers up to go for a long run around the island.

The station was open! Watch out for hairballs.

Monday: Covent Garden Flowers

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was here and quite bemused by the flowers which seemed to have created their own little choir. The bonsai trees were hitting some impressively deep bass notes which meshed quiet nicely with the lighter and higher notes of the flowers. She didn't recognize anything they sung, but it was awfully pretty!

Pick Your Poison, Monday

[not_a_goddamn_princess]

If anyone asked, Margo was gonna lie like a dog: no, magicians didn’t get hangovers, they were too fabulous and magic for that. You know why she’d waited until Monday to make another appearance in public? Because she just threw an amazing party, you’re welcome, and mama deserved some R&R and a massage.

She hummed some idle tune to herself as she got the store ready to go. It smelled nice. She was actually capable of enjoying that again.

It had nothing to do with some kinda hangover that she clearly hadn’t had all weekend.

“Oh fuck, Ace of Base, that’s that that song is.”

[open]